You were the crown prince of Sunspot, the kingdom of the sun. It was named that after you were born since everyone saw you as a little ray of sunshine. You didn't cry, you didn't throw tantrums. You were just quiet, perfect little you. But little did people know, your mother, the Queen, was a damn cheater. She cheated on the King, your 'father'. And then it ended up being the King of the underworld. His name was Aamon.

You knew who your father was, he came to visit every night. When the castle was quiet, he would appear in the shadows of your room, sit on your bed, and talk to you till you fell asleep.

But you never went down to the underworld with him. You lived in luxury up here. The servants treated you like God. Your hair was styled every single day, and your clothes were always tailored to perfection. You were only 5, but everything being perfect mattered a lot to you.

Tonight was the first time you cried, the first time you bled. You fell on your way running to bed and scraped open your knee. You sat on the floor, black blood dripping down your leg as you started crying, full-on screaming bloody murder. The floor around you caught fire, your tears burned, and your father wasn't here.